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“I’ve got an idea.”
Patton didn’t respond right away; he was too busy sucking in oxygen after Logan had spent the last several minutes tickling him to death. It was so much fun seeing Logan relaxed and playful, but Patton had to admit he was just a teensy bit afraid of the look in the logical side’s eyes.
“Whahat- what idea?”
He felt himself flush under Logan’s grin, the expression doubly threatening on the normally serious side’s face.
“Will you grab the headboard for me, Patton?”
Patton hesistated for only a second, his giggles threatening to spill out as he slowly raised his arms to hold onto the headboard behind him.
Logan hummed, pleased at Patton’s mirthful state. His hands came to rest on Patton’s stomach, and the paternal side tensed in anticipation, but nothing happened. Yet.
“I’m very curious,” Logan murmured, slowly rubbing his hands along Patton’s torso, “how long you can keep your arms up.”
His hands began sliding up Patton’s sides, his thumbs brushing his ribs. Patton couldn’t hold back his giggles anymore.
“Ahahahaha- I don’t knohohow!”
Logan continued his hands’ gradual journey up Patton’s sides. He stopped just as his fingers reached Patton’s uppermost rib.
“Well, then,” he said with an evil smile, “let’s find out.”
His fingers scurried into Patton’s armpits, pitter-pattering away at the soft, sensitive skin. Patton squealed loudly, and he clenched the headboard as hard as he could to avoid his arms crashing down already.
“Oh, that was a delightful sound,” Logan teased, lightly scratching in the center of his hollows. Patton threw his head back, his giggles coming faster and faster.
“Lo- Lohogahahan!”
“Yes, Patton?” Of course, Logan chose that moment to suddenly dig his fingers deep into the muscle, causing Patton to throw his arms down with a scream.
“Nohoho!” He jerked his body back and forth, desperately attempting to dislodge Logan’s trapped fingers, but they continued to wiggle and tickle mercilessly against his pits.
“That’s it?” Logan asked. “You failed to last even a minute. I had no idea you were so exceedingly ticklish here.”
Patton’s laughter turned to screams. “Gehehet out!”
“I’d love to,” Logan replied. “All you need to to is put your arms up. You can do that, right?”
Patton shook his head desperately. “Nohohoho-”
Logan hummed. “A pity.”
The tickles stopped, Logan stilling his hands and letting Patton catch his breath. He gradually managed to lift his arms just enough for Logan’s fingers to slide out, clamping them back to his sides immediately after.
“Oh, you don’t think we’re done here, do you?”
Patton’s eyes widened at Logan’s tone. The logical side merely raised an eyebrow at him, and snapped.
Suddenly, Patton’s arms were raised again. He gasped, pulling them down on reflex, but found he couldn’t. He looked up, and blanched.
“No,” he murmured, a wobbly smile forming on his face.
“Oh, yes,” Logan stated matter-of-factly.
He smiled again, eyeing the ropes he’d summoned that now kept Patton’s arms bound high over his head. Logan laid his fingers in Patton’s hollows, causing the other side to squeak.
“Don’t worry, Patton. Because you couldn’t keep your arms up yourself, I am more than happy to do it for you. Now, let’s try again.”